He pulled the last arrow from the target. Air, ground, mind he reminded himself, hearing his titi's words in his head. First you had to get the arrow through the air, then you congratulated yourself for shooting it hard enough to get it stuck in the ground. The rest was a battle with the expectations of your mind. He supposed his people would have to be a little meditative on archery, it was something a lot of them did for their entire lives.
By the time he got back to where he started, Quen was already on the grass. He'd freaked out the first time and insisted on helping her climb down. After the second time he calmed down. She didn't climb really high (by his standards) and there were usually tons of mages within calling distance. Or like, clapping distance. Liyal was pretty sure he could yell out help or SOMETHING if he had to.
He picked up his communicator again and tapped out a quick message.